Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps

A Crowd, Proportionately To Its Size, Magnifies All That In Its Units Pertains To The Emotions, And Diminishes All That In Them Pertains To Thought.

Men Of Genius Are Not Quick Judges Of Character. Deep Thinking And High Imagining Blunt That Trivial Instinct By Which You And I Size People Up.

Incongruity Is The Mainspring Of Laughter.

I Prefer That Laughter Shall Take Me Unawares. Only So Can It Master And Dissolve Me.

Fate Weaves The Darkness, Which Is Perhaps Why She Weaves So Badly.